The two hands clasped together tightened more and more, ten fingers locked and intertwined, as if they were competing in earnest, neither willing to lose, their strength growing heavier and heavier.
By the time they let go, the backs of both their hands were flushed red.
Su Yunling lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the bright red on the back of Gu Zhiqi's hand, and said with a hint of regret, "Did it hurt?"
The never-willing-to-lose Master Zhi replied immediately, "I used more strength than you. If it hurts, it hurts you more."
Su Yunling: "…"
The corner of his mouth twitched lightly, and in the end, he only said helplessly, "Mm, it hurts me more."
After he finished, he once again intertwined his fingers with Gu Zhiqi's, brought her hand to his lips, and brushed it lightly with his lips.
Only then did he hold Gu Zhiqi's hand and walk toward the dining table.
